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Monthly Archives: July 2012
i wish you love and flight
for T. i wish you love and flight away from the cage of bone that holds you, broken and breaking further as you strike against those bleeding bars to reach light you are a floating thing, and fragile; a swallowtail … Continue reading
decision
if I stand here balancing air in my palms as if weightlessness counts for something as if feathered breath is a factor in final choice it is because dreams have form and can be tangled inside those intricate threaded catchers that … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged decision/indecision, dreams, poetry, Psychology, weighing air
21 Comments
eagle, hunting
her veed shadow slides over grass taloned purposeful, patient in slow spirals of seeking interposed between sunlight & safety for the small things she hunts
tantrumming (broken man)
your fists shatter mirrors punch holes in walls & you with bleeding knuckles slam your own face into a door to prove what (?) that what breaks you inside to sharpness is your heart breaking & you must keep milling it … Continue reading
drawing down the moon
we remember you, mother embodied in our bodies whose arms stretch to reach your waxing and waning above, as within us you rise to flash silver under skin this knowing is timeless how the goddess in us speaks through mouths so long … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged drawing down the moon, goddess, knowledge, poetry, ritual
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the birthday game
six years ago you were cut from me stubborn and backwards your feet the first thing out and kicking with the shock of it you are still sometimes upside down and unpredictable coloring outside lines and drawing new ones mixing color … Continue reading
those that drowned say later
those that drowned say later the drop from wading to water overhead is sudden & not expected feet seeking bottom climb a ladder without rungs they gasp at the shock of it & then sleep there is no pain only … Continue reading
Posted in New Free Verse
Tagged drowning, poetry, why this poet should not listen to NPR
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